Note to Self

Things that Make Me Puke, Gag, or Otherwise Want to Hurl:

* My prenatal vitamin, B Complex vitamin, Progesterone capsules or any other pill that requires swallowing.

* Feeding the dogs.

* Making dinner (Sorry Honey, no dinner again tonight).

* Brushing my teeth (which I usually do often and now, even though I want to, find myself doing more slowly and not spending as much time on my tongue and roof of mouth).

* Coughing.

* The meat department at the grocery store.

* Gracie's preschool classroom (Hi, this is my mom, please ignore her gagging as she walks through our classroom to gather me and my things).

* Cleaning any of the many odd and sometimes unidentifiable stains we get on out carpet on a daily basis.

* Sitting up.

* That new show on the Travel Channel with Andrew Something-Or-Other who goes all over the world eating the nastiest things he can find.

* Fish.

* My husband's morning breath (Sorry Babe).

* The nursery I love going to because they have the coolest garden stuff, but smells like the fertilizer they use on their flowers.

* Cucumbers (which I love) (only not so much anymore).

* Cleaning the toilet.

* The smell of my laundry soap.

* Not eating at least every two hours.

* Pretty much anything I do or encounter after about 2:00 in the afternoon.

But hey, as it gets worse and I add more to this list, I feel better about how this pregnancy is progressing. I'm 8 weeks, give or take a day or two. Baby steps. Next blood and ultrasound in March 8. Please, please let it be okay.

Thank God my husband is understanding and kind or I would be in big trouble. And thank God he's willing to run out for Chinese food when it's the only thing in the world that I *think* I *may* be able to choke down.